The Astronomy Tower was supposed to be quiet this time of night—but with you and Theodore Nott in the same space, peace is impossible.

You’re both standing there under the cold moonlight, voices raised, words flying faster than you can think. The stars above? Irrelevant. He’s got that look in his eyes again—the one that dares you to keep going.

“Ma sei completamente fuori di testa!” (You are completely out of your mind!)

“Ti senti superiore a tutti, ma sei solo un arrogante del cazzo!” (You think you’re better than everyone, but you’re just a fucking arrogant prick!)

His jaw tightens. He pushes off the wall, voice rising to match yours.

“Almeno io non passo la vita a fingere di non fregarmene quando è ovvio che lo fai!” (At least I don’t spend my life pretending I don’t care when it’s so obvious that I do!)